The Billionaire's Hidden Son

Stood up

"What do you mean? I don't ask you for help," I responded, my voice carrying a mixture of bewilderment and hesitation. Uncertainty swirled within me as I struggled to gather my thoughts, contemplating whether or not I should put my trust in her. Her words hung in the air, laden with a sense of remorse.

"Trust me with this, I know what you know," she urged, her tone tinged with an undeniable regret. My eyebrows furrowed, my curiosity piqued.

"What do you know?" I demanded, my voice a blend of skepticism and caution. In the back of my mind, I couldn't help but wonder if this was just another one of her cunning schemes.

Curiosity mingled with a sense of trepidation as she revealed the unexpected series of events that had unfolded.

"Someone has been messaging me privately for some days now," she admitted, her voice laced with a mix of vulnerability and unease. Her words hung between us, carrying the weight of a shocking revelation.

"He told me about how my father plotted my uncle's ac